Your cock presses against the slaves clit. It is almost impossible for the slave to be still. You ask the slave girl what you are doing. The slave alm...ost can’t speak because breath is coming in gasps. ?You’re fucking your slave girl, Master,? the slave finally manages to say. What part of your body am I fucking, slave girl? you ask. ?Master, you are fucking the cunt of the slave girl that you own, body and soul, Sir,? the girl gasps again. You move slowly within the slave knowing she is on. “Their rooms are empty.”“Oh, they wanted those for college,” Phil said. “I told them I’d have Rick ship them over to them. Shit, I never replaced them. I didn’t even think about it. This place has looked the same since I was 10 years old.”“No, you didn’t replace them,” she said. “The only bed in the entire place is the master bedroom. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind the prospect of a group sleepover but Katelyn was a little concerned.”“Crap,” Phil said. “I wasn’t planning an orgy if that’s what. . there is no such thing as 'after the fact.' Seduction should be on going, continuous..." ... The gospel according to Pam Barnett?" The gospel according to your dad."I was brushing her ass cheeks, my fingers searching for the panty line that I couldn't find and I could hear her breathing turn heavy as she arched her back. I flexed my fingers to feel the smooth flesh through the sheer material, and she hunched against me. Then she crouched to give me an opening and gasped as my thigh jammed. Financially it was a good move on my part because those young guys didn't know how to play poker and I was cleaning up. They were doing all kinds of stupid stuff like holding a pair of fours with an ace kicker and only drawing two cards or trying to draw to an inside straight. One of them in a hand of seven card stud stayed in until the last card with nothing but an ace, king in the hole against two pair visible on the table. It was like taking candy from a baby. Then they started getting silly.